Thoughts of us,
of you
give me manic jolts of joy.
Makes the days ease by,
A steady levitating gallop,
a happiness beyond.
I caress my body
and imagine your hands,
your touch,
And I smile till it hurts.
But in reality,
you'd find me dull
and full of flaws.
My passion could hold me afloat in this ocean,
but perhaps you'd choose to drowned.
Time tends to breed truth.
And I always fall too fast and too hard.
I'm weak and it's too late to go back.
I already believe you could save me.
And hope is a dangerous game.
I never win.
written December 19th 2013
